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Cold Kitchen Dreams

Cold kitchen.
Colder day,
Coldest women lay in the living room, living without their kin.
Clear evening,
Clutching my hands, seems like clearer skin
Clearest hint in what they say.
Careful now, go slow and whisper low,
More careful than you could have been
You'll see the most careful being cared away.
Collective and care-free,

Counting my words, and you don't even see.
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Marijke Mckinney 12 March 2007

even the title 'cold kitchen dreams' gives me the goosebumps. i aspire to write this well.

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Eric Kozlik 15 January 2007

Impressive, this is a great poem.

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